You Are My String Of Fate

1.5 || Lips As Red As Blood... .

Convincing herself that she had nothing to do and did not want to have anything to do with the Second Prince's quest, Frost White went on her way towards the forest. She had to admit that the forest was idyllic and beautiful. No wonder Snow White had been frequenting the forest a lot lately.

A few wild rabbits jumped away from her walking path to hide between the shrubs upon seeing her ghastly reaper-like figure. But the birds' song never ceased accompanying her as she walked towards the spot Snow White had told her in the latter's stories.

Before long, she reached a wooden cabin. It was pretty large for her standard, especially when she knew that the dwarves were the only occupants of the house. Yet when Frost got closer, she found that the house was completely empty.

She deduced that she must have arrived way too early. However, she was not interested to go back to the town and watch the Second Prince's Cinderella tale, so she decided to enter the house.

Befitting of a fairytale and as a suitable temporary residence for the female lead character, the house was clean and tastefully furnished. Natural light spilled inside from the many glass windows. Frost White examined the kitchen and made herself some vegetable soup - the only ingredients she could find in the pantry. After all, in her haste to leave the manor as early as possible to avoid the manor's workers, she only had a little breakfast. And to her delight, the dwarves knew how to drink! She found a fine jug of wine in one of the kitchen's cabinets as well, and happily downed half a pitcher.

Feeling contented, she made herself at home as she waited for Snow White to arrive.

Although Frost White was a veteran in drinking and never got drunk in her previous lifetimes, she had been taut with worry to finish her mission as soon as possible in this world. After all, her pride and dignity was on the line, with the old Duke rubbing his hands in glee and seeming to intend to swallow her whole with his lustful gaze every day. This was the first day since a long time when she could be by herself and not under close scrutiny of her maids.

Hence, she soon felt a tad light-headed from just that half-pitcher of wine.

In her overly-relaxed state of mind, she vaguely heard a few hushed aggravated voices,

"Who has been sitting in my chair?"

"Who has been eating from my plate?"

"Who has been eating my vegetables?"

"Who..."

"SHUT UP!!!" Frost immediately jumped from her comfortable slumber and her line of vision was immediately greeted by the sight of seven little people. Frost White blinked, "Dwarves....!"

Although she had lived in a few fantasy-set worlds before, she had never had the fortune to see dwarves. She thought of different possibilities of the creature's appearance. Perhaps the dwarves would be stocky and somewhat scary looking, or perhaps they would be cute and look like children.

Yet, from looking at these pointy ears skinny creatures, for a split second, Frost thought she had been transported to Hogwarts' kitchen!

"You! You have sat on my chair!" One of them complained.

"You! You have eaten from my plate!" The other gruffly said.

"You! You have drunk my wine!" This one almost cried.

Okay, Frost felt really guilty about the last one. But one thing for sure, from the hostile-looking expressions on them, she knew she was not welcomed.

True to her suspicions, all of them slowly advanced towards her with forks, kitchen knives, and pans in their hands. She slowly backed away, "Uh... I can explain... ."